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Lynel boi chapter 2: Hoz and Robbie
Link stared at his reflection in Lake Kolomo for a long time, getting used to his new features. This form had a strange, powerful litheness to it.
The water rippled, distorting the reflection. Link huffed. Maybe he was lingering on his new appearance too much, but it wasn’t every day you suddenly turned into a Lynel!
It was raining now. The soft patter of raindrops against the surface of the water and stones was calming to him. It was quieter against the grass. Link lifted his face to feel the water streaming through his fur, cleaning him. The water was cold, chilling him to his bones. Link shivered.He needed to get help, he couldn’t stay in this form forever, that would be dangerous and boring. He wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone! He wouldn’t be able to climb or fly through the air with his paraglider! Screw this.
Link stood from where he had been crouching, startling some nearby birds into flight. Link roared for extra effect in case anyone was watching. He started pacing back and forth. As much as he hated it, he needed to make a plan. First, how was he going to approach someone without scaring them into running away? Second, how was he going to convey the fact he was indeed their hero, the one they all practically worshipped? Third, how was he going to get out of this body? He could figure that last one out by talking to Purah, Zelda, and possibly the old constructs.
Link racked his brain for ideas. Hmmm. Wait. Had Kilton known what the mask would do? Anger flared deep in Link's stomach. No, no, that would have to have been the strange man who had given Kilton the mask in the first place. ‘I’ll find that man…’ Link thought to himself, though he wasn’t sure what exactly he’d do to the mask maker after locating him.
Alright, back to the task at hand, he needed to find people. Lookout Landing was full of people! Maybe he could catch a traveler on their way to the settlement and… and do what? Flap his arms around until they understood what he meant? Write, he could write. He’d have to wait until the rain ended before he did so though, otherwise, he would ruin the paper.
Link decided to calm down by hunting; he needed to practice that in this form anyway, since he might be in it for a while. There was a band of red bokoblins and one silver following their boss around in this area, and it was on the way to Lookout Landing. He charged in that direction, surprised at just how fast he was, faster than the average Lynel to be sure. He passed ruins, trees, and fields of flowers. He splashed through puddles. The water soaked his underbelly.
Link spotted the bokoblins right before he reached them. He dealt with the bokoblins swiftly, offing them with quick swings of his claymore fused with a black moblin horn. He looted the bodies, breaking their horns off and ripping them open for their guts.Link used the rain and a rag from the Sheikah Slate to clean the blood off his hands, then made his way toward Lookout Landing again.
The rain faded as Link walked across the field. He wasn’t in a rush, just trotting along, appreciating the scenery. He admired the distant mountains he knew so well, the shiny blades of grass surrounding him, and the fluffy pale clouds in the sky.
He spotted the settlement - not the tower there; that was easy to see even in another region - about a half a mile off into the distance. He slowed his pace and crouched down on all six, staying close to the ground, he didn’t want to startle anyone. He prowled closer. He smelled two different people, but he couldn’t discern who they were. One smelled of metal and smoke; the other of apples, blood, and wood.
Wait. Why was he acting like this was a hunt? Link stood up, put his hands on his hips, and strutted toward the two figures over the next hill.It was Robbie and Hoz.
“Well h**l,” Robbie said, jaw dropping at the sight of Link. Robbie was one of the more renowned scientists of Hyrule; he was also a very short Sheikah man with a comical white haircut and a fun personality.
Hoz tensed immediately and pointed his spear directly at Link’s heart. During Link’s first adventure, he had looked up to Hoz; all the while, Hoz had been looking up to him. He was - usually - a few inches taller than Link, though while Link was like this he was about a two fifths Links height. Hoz had tan skin, a nice goatee, and a shiny helmet.
Link waved, he also tried to say, ‘Hey guys, it’s just me,’ but instead all that came out was a weird mix of a mewl and a grumble.
“Did… did that Lynel just… wave?” Hoz’s spear lowered a few inches, and Link took that as an invitation to take a few steps closer. Hoz raised his spear again.
Link stood there, giving them a few minutes to study him. He felt their gaze dissect every inch of him.
“Those scars…” Robbie said, eyes trailing over Link’s body, “I know those scars… Link…?”
Link nodded vigorously, walking forward again; he produced the Sheikah Slate as more proof, waving at them.
This time, they approached him as well, cautiously, as you couldn’t just upend an entire life of learning that Lynels were dangerous. But it was still a win.
Link knelt and lowered his head so that he was almost eye level with Robbie. “Mew,” he said in a very serious tone.
Robbie grinned, then spun to face Captain Hoz. “I-”
“No, absolutely not,” Hoz said, giving Robbie a look and thumping the butt of his spear against the ground. At first, Link thought he was denying Link's identity, until the next words exited Hoz’s mouth, “You are NOT experimenting on him. He’s still a person.”
“I’d be trying to help him get back to his usual form!” Robbie exclaimed, tossing his hands in the air, “Not torturing him like a madman!”
“No,” Hoz said stubbornly. “It doesn’t matter what you say because it’s Link’s choice anyway.”
They turned to face him. Link scooted closer to Hoz.
“Dang it.” Robbie didn’t seem entirely disappointed, he actually looked quite happy. He patted Link’s nose. “I’m assuming you need to talk to Purah and Zelda about this?” Link nodded.
“Good,” the strange little man said, “Hoz, I need to go talk to the guards at Lookout Landing and let them know Link is like this; you keep him company.”
“Wait, why me?”
“Because I,” Robbie said, “want to see the looks on those fools' faces.” Robbie suantered of toward the settlement, whistling to himself.
“They’re not fools!” Hoz called after Robbie, not sounding entirely offended, “They’re good men!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Once Robbie had disappeared into the small fortress, they both looked to each other.
Hoz relaxed visibly and slapped Link on the shoulder, “Hey, I know this must be weird for you, being in a new body and all… so, are you okay?”
Link thought for a moment. It wasn’t the first time he’d felt like this; the first time had been much worse. He’d remembered waking up in the shrine of resurrection without knowing who or what he was; he hadn’t even known how to speak and had had trouble breathing. He’d remembered feeling scared of gravity, and the ability to touch, that is, until he found out he could throw things. He’d loved doing that.Link nodded, yes, he was fine. He posed dramatically for extra effect. Hoz chuckled, eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Liiiiink!” a voice called out from the direction of Lookout Landing. Josha entered view. She was carrying two books and some papers under one arm while she waved frantically with the other, some of the papers started to scatter to the wind, and Josha cursed, skidding to a stop and swiping at them. She looked like a kitten trying to catch a string far out of her reach.
Link huffed, tromping over and snatching the parchments out of the wind's grasp. He looked at the papers for a second before handing them over to Josha. They looked like pages copied - Josha would never damage a book by ripping out the pages - from old writings about artifacts and legends. One had a picture of some strange diamond-shaped amulet.
“Thank you!” Josha said, wide-eyed and staring into his soul. Josha - like Robbie - was a sheikah scientist and Purah’s assistant. She had apparently heard the news, immediately snatched her notes, and took off. “These notes,” she said, holding up the papers as Hoz approached, “are records of artifacts and spells that can change someone's form, and these,” she gestured to the books under her arm, “are stories and fairy tales about that kind of thing.”
“I highly doubt fairy tales are going to help Link at the moment.” Hoz said, looking concerned.
“They might!” Josha stomped her foot, “Link confirmed that Koroks, fairies, and dragons are real! And Link was a fairy tale himself at one point!”
“Koroks aren’t…” he looked hesitantly over to Link, who nodded. “H*ll.”
Josha giggled, happy that she’d won an argument with an adult.
“You two figure out what happened, while I rethink my life,” Hoz said, walking off and settling down to sit on a rock about five paces away from Link.
“So,” Josha said in her serious tone, “was it an object or a spell? Do you even know?”
Link nodded, then cupped his large hands together and covered his face, then lowered his Hands and made a ‘poof’ noise he was quite proud of.
“You were having a mental breakdown, and then suddenly you were a Lynel?” Josha guessed, “That's weird.”
Link stared at her, then slowly shook his head.
“You sure? Cuz I’m pretty sure it’s weird.”
Link shook his head more vigorously.
“No, you weren’t having a mental breakdown?”
Link nodded. Goddesses, not everyone thinks he's that fragile, do they?
“Sure, Link, sure.”
Link made the motions of cupping his hands and holding them up to hide his face again.
“You were washing your face in weird water?” Josha guessed, hopeful. Link gave her the signal that, no, that wasn’t it.
Josha sighed, “We may need Purah’s help; she’s better at charades than me.”
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I am so sick and tired of “it’s not that deep”
Because it is that deep.
Everything is layered, and nothing exists on it’s own!
Everything has a purpose, and everything is interconnected!
It’s a method for us to stop questioning things because… well it’s not that deep. As things change as our would becomes more volatile to every living things for a couple more dollars in the rich guys pocket.
It is that deep. Everything is connected.
And I am sick of people pretending it isn’t.
chapter one of Lynel boi: the mask
Warning it's not very well-written but I did my best
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Link grinned as he saw the entrance gate of Terreytown, the Korok up there waved down at him. He loved Terreytown; it was where he lived he had helped build the place. Technically, he also lived in Hateno Village, but he liked this place most.
Link stretched, arms back behind his head, and yawned. It had been a long day. He’d spent most of the morning and evening helping Zelda and Purah expand Lookout Landing and New Castle Town. They’d almost finished three separate buildings; they just had to work on that new plumbing thing and finish the walls. Everyone was ecstatic at the new town being added and the recovery of the castle, which had taken a lot of Purah-made elevators like in the old sheikah shrines.
The houses were in a ring around a fountain and this town's statue of Hylia; the homes were strange and blocky, but well-built. The bright colors clashed slightly with their neighbors.Link rubbed the gateway as he entered, feeling the rough grain run under his calloused fingers.
“Link!” Hudson called. The true founder of Terreytown and his impressive haircut made their way toward Link. “Kilton has been looking for you!” Hudson was a stocky man with a strong physique, beady eyes, and the best bowl cut Link had ever seen.
“Really?” Kilton was one of the people who knew Link best besides the Sages, Zelda, and Purah. He should know better than to try to find Link; his habit of wandering was… a little crazy. Link could teleport, making him difficult to track. “Is he out looking now?” Link scanned the area for Kilton, but couldn’t find his strange friend.
“Yes,” Hudson said, gesturing towards Eldin. “He’s always back at nightfall, though, says he has a new mask to show you. Another Lynel one, I think.”
THAT piqued Link’s interest. He adored Kilton's silly masks, with their mismatched buttons; they convinced monsters he was one of them, as long as he wore the correct mask. The Lynel didn’t work for very long; they were too smart. But it was useful when he was just jogging through their territory. Maybe this new one worked better? “I’ll wait here for him then,” Link said.
There were some things he needed to buy and unfuse. Link spent the next few hours haggling with Fyson, paying Pelison - he didn’t try haggling with the young goron; experience told him it’d just end up twice the price - to unfuse a few of his shields and weaponry, and talking with Rhondson about her daughter Mattison.
Link loved talking to the locals here, but talking to people sometimes got tiring, so Link spent most of the time waiting for Kilton to climb the large tower Link had made out of monster statues, which earned him several weird looks from the locals; Hunnie even pointed and said: “Look, mom! The crazy guy is back!” she waved excitedly, Link waved back.
Finally, when the half moon became visible on the horizon, Kilton wandered into town, looking more deflated than a pierced balloon; his face lit up as he saw Link and started jogging over.
Kilton was a funny little man with purplish skin that Link couldn’t decide was make-up or not, an egg-shaped head, a wide mouth, and a small body. He also had a funny little white mustache. He was one of the few people who adored monsters as much as Link did; they had once spent an entire afternoon together interacting with bokoblins and sharing food with them, studying their habits and lifestyle. Link had been wearing Majora’s mask, and Kilton was wearing his own bokoblin mask. That had been a fun week.
“Link! I’m so happy to see you!” Kilton said, panting slightly from the exercise, “You’ll never guess what I have for you!”
“Another Lynel mask!?” Link relished the shocked look that quickly took over the monster fan’s face. Hilarious.
“...how the f**k did you know that?” Kilton slowed his jog until he stopped in front of Link, barely reaching up to Link's chest.
“Hudson told me,” Link said, hands on his hips and grin spread across his face. He bounced up and down on his heels. “I literally cannot express how excited I am.”
“That man,” Kilton shook his head, smiling, “I told him not to tell you! Ah well, he must have forgotten.” Link flinched just a little at the word ‘forgotten’; Kilton didn’t seem to notice.
“How much for it?” Link asked, pulling out the slate and checking his rupees: three million four hundred eight thousand six hundred fifty-two. …dang. That was a lot of rupees; it made sense, he supposed; he HAD been working himself to the bone mining and doing his new job as a construction worker, both of which paid quite well.
“It’s free,” Kilton said, grinning back at Link.
“Free!?”
“It was given to me as a gift, kind of,” Kilton said, which was odd; there was no one else Link knew who made monster masks, “so I decided to give it away as a gift! Link, you’ve done so much for me, I’m even writing a book about the monsters you’ve shown me! You deserve it, just tell me how it goes.”
Kilton drew out an intricately carved wooden mask, made to look like the face and mane of a golden Lynel - all of the golden Lynels Link knew of had disappeared after the great calamity ended - with blue eyes, white indented swirling patterns stretched from the corners of the eyes down to the cheekbones, and small flecks of shiny silver in the wooden ring of mane surrounding the face. The eyes seemed to shine in the dark; it had an eerie feel about it, as if they were the glowing eyes of a Lynel at night, staring at its prey.
“It’s beautiful,” Link said in awe, reaching out to touch the pink nose. Boop. “Who gave this to you?”
“A strange smiling man with brown hair and a pack as large as Beedle’s,” Kilton said, scratching at his neck, “I was talking to him about monsters, and he started talking about all the masks he had. He wanted some monster extract to use for paint for a new mask in exchange for that mask there, one heck of a bargain.”
“...yeah.” Something felt off about the description, but Link couldn’t tell what. Everyone in Hyrule was weird in some way, and Link was no exception; in fact, he was the weirdest.
…
Link watched the red-manned Lynel roam in circles around its territory. It was the next day, and he was in Hyrule Field; the tall grass obscured him from the Lynel’s sight. It was somehow soft and stiff at the same time. He was gonna use the mask on this one; if it didn’t work, it would be an easy enough fight.
He pulled the strangely beautiful mask out of his Sheikah Slate. He studied it for a minute, keeping one eye on the Lynel ahead of him. Something told him this was a bad idea, but most of his ideas were bad anyway. The mask didn’t have straps of any sort to hold it to his face; Link held it up and put his face in the back of the mask. He felt it engulf him, a weight suddenly pressed down on him from all sides, and he felt like someone was pulling his limbs.
The pain. It. Hurt.
How many limbs did he have again? He flailed about, thrashing on the ground. Feeling like he had too much space and yet too little all at once. His head hurt too. He was getting dizzy and almost passed out. Where was he? He was running through the woods on his hooves, crushing the foliage in his path and pouncing on the deer he’d been hunting. He was clashing with another Lynel over territory, sword and spear clanging. No, no, no. he was lying on his back in Hyrule Field staring at the sky, the pain slowly receding. Were his arms longer than normal? He lifted one hand - the one that wasn’t Rauru’s - to his face and inspected it. He froze. That… was the hand of a golden Lynel; it carried his scars, though. He got up - with surprising ease for only having been in this body for a few seconds - and looked down, yep, Lynel body. Though he’d kept Rauru’s arm, it had changed shape to better match his current form.He didn’t have the white slash-like markings the normal Lynels had, instead, he had an array of beautiful swirls, and black vine-like patterns reached up to his forearm from his black hooves. He was also powerfully built, and he knew this would be an impressive display for other Lynels; they marked their power by their warpaint and scars, and he had more than enough of both.
Link felt at his face; it felt like a Lynel's face, very fluffy - boy, was he fluffy - and cat-like. His teeth were sharp. He reached upward and felt at his new horns. They were segmented and pointed upward and back at an angle. They curved out, then in, then out again a little at the tips.
The Hero grinned in his new body; this was going to be fun.
Link could just take the mask off afterwards, right?Link scooped the Sheikah slate off the ground; everything else on him had disappeared. But he now wore the classic Lynel gear; it was surprisingly comfortable. Link sifted through the slate and found all his gear there. Nice. He hung the slate from a hook on this body’s belt.Link turned to face his fellow Lynel; it was staring at him. Well, of course it had spotted him; he was huge!Link pranced back and forth proudly, showing off his new form to his only audience. The other Lynel seemed uneasy; it was staring at Link with wide eyes, it ducked its head, purred softly, but hesitantly pranced back. Link wondered what in the world that would mean.
Welp, the mask worked alright. Link turned his back on the beast and walked off, satisfied with how that had gone; he would show Kilton later. The Lynel followed; it hadn’t drawn any weapons and was actually still purring softly, so it wasn’t hostile, but the behavior still weirded Link out. He went faster. So did the Lynel. Oh dear.Link broke into a run, and this time his new friend didn’t follow. He headed toward Lookout Landing; he could rest there. Once Link was out of sight, he tried to pull off the mask; best not to startle the locals.His thumbs found the spot where the bottom of the mask would be. Except. Nothing was there. Link tried to pull it off but just ended up scratching his face until he bled. No change to his form. He was… stuck. As a Lynel. He still had his slate. But that might make people angry, thinking this strange Lynel had killed their hero and taken his stuff. So, no resting at Lookout Landing for him.
Link needed to wash the blood off his face before it soaked his mane. He headed off towards the nearest lake.
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I did a thing; it's a Wild and Wind fic.
Mipha's grace is involved. So there is some blood and gore. sry.
Please, no plagiarizing. Not that this is a good enough fic for that anyway.
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Wild hadn’t needed to explain too many things to his brothers, at least, he hadn’t explained much compared to what he could have. The only things they knew were his age, the fact that he had failed in some way(there had been a whole argument that basically went: “Yes, Wild, you are a hero; now stop being a jerk to yourself, we love you.”), and the fact that his kingdom had broken and was in the process of being rebuilt. Only Hyrule knew about Mipha’s grace, due to an unfortunate accident while running around together, and only Twi and Time knew about his memories.
But this. Wind seeing him like this was horrible.
Sometimes Wild could walk around while Mipha’s grace healed him; this helped when he needed to reattach an arm or something like that. Wild had stopped being traumatized by these sorts of things ages ago, unless they happened to or in front of someone else.
The day had started just fine. It started with a question.
…
“How come you always travel with Rulie?” Wind pouted, using his ‘I'm gonna use my age to my advantage’ face, “I wanna go with you this time!”
After a long battle with some black bloods, they had found a nice clearing next to the path, and had decided to rest there for the night. Almost everyone had rushed to pick what they thought was the best spot in the clearing to set up their bedrolls and set down their gear. The group had just finished eating an early lunch - Hearty radish soup today - and conversations were plenty.
“Who said we’re running around today?” the quiet healer of the group said, raising an eyebrow.
“Wait, we aren’t?” Wild asked from where he was sorting the ingredients he had used for cooking back into the slate.
“Excuse me,” Four said, “broken ribs here.”
“Sorry, Wild,” Hyrule said, “I gotta heal Four and Legend.”
“I'm fine,” Legend said from where he sat atop his bedroll after forced rest from the traveler. He was not fine; his legs had been scraped pretty bad, and blood was slowly making a journey towards his boots, both of which Legend promptly kicked off.
“Alright, Wind, since Rulie is busy, you can come with me,” Wild said, turning back toward the teenager, “but only this once, kay?”
“Yay!” Wind ran towards his messy bedroll and grabbed his gear.
“Wait, what?”
“Calm down, cap,” Time said, placing his hand on the scarfed hero's shoulder and smiling, “they’ll stay close to camp,” then he gave Wild a look.
Stay close to camp it was then.
Wild sighed exaggeratedly and started getting ready to go, which basically meant he just donned his cloak.
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The two blue-clad heroes had run across some bokoblins in the thicker parts of the woods, which made fighting them quite difficult. The trees got in the way, and as Wild swung to take out the last bokoblin, his sword became embedded in the trunk. He tugged on it. It stubbornly stayed in place.
crap.
Wild jumped back out of the way of the bokoblins' next lunge and quickly equipped a random weapon from his inventory and smacked the boko with… a torch? Dang it.
A sword separated the bokos' head from its shoulders. Wind glanced down at the Master torch Wild had stolen from Yolero. “What were you even trying to do?” Wind snickered, “beat it to death?”
“Hey, don’t doubt the master torch!” Wild said in the best imitation of Yolero he could manage, “I’ve killed a Lynel with this beautiful fire starter!”
Wind giggled again. Wind had met the old weilder of the master torch; he and Twilight had been the ones who pushed Wild to steal the fine weapon. He was honestly surprised it hadn’t broken ages ago. Maybe there WAS some magic to it.
Wild stored the torch back into the slate and approached the tree where his sword had lodged itself, “You go gather the loot, I’ll retrieve my lesser weapon.”
“Alright!” the younger hero ran off.
Wild glanced up at the tall pine, examining the needles; those tasted good. He reached up and grabbed a few, then turned his attention back to the sword. Stupid sword. He knew it was his own fault, but he would absolutely deny it if anyone asked.
He wiggled the sword out of place and shifted his grip on it a few times before he headed back to Wind. “Hey kid? You almost done over there?”
“Yeah! Wind looked up from where he had been crouching and inspecting a monster horn. “These guys dropped a lot of - LOOK OUT!” Wind's voice was suddenly filled with alarm, and he sprang up to his feet, drawing his sword.
Wild whipped around just in time to be slashed across the stomach. Apparently, one of the bokoblins had been hiding behind a tree, odd behavior for a boko.
“WILD!” Wind screached as he charged forward and dispatched the foe. “No no nononono…” Wind turned to face Wild and looked like he was about to throw up.
The cut had barely damaged any of his organs, but had split open his belly, causing said organs to spill out.
Wild desperately tried to bundle his insides in his arms as he felt Mipha’s grace do its work. He knew that intestines wriggled around from previous times he’d been cut open, but it still was a little shocking to see them squirm atop the small pile of other organs. His fingers were slick with blood; only his palms were protected by the sensation by his fingerless gloves.
The pain came once the shock of it faded. Goddesses, it hurt.
Wild quickly stuffed it all back in, not caring for the arrangement, and tried to hold both sides of his abs together. Soon enough, light-blue tendrils connected both sides and began to heal him.
Blue flame flickered into the form of Mipha herself, swimming around him, visible to his eyes only. “It is my pleasure…” she whispered, then she faded. And he was healed. And everything was fine. He needed to make her statue a flower crown the next time they were in his Zora’s domain.
“He’s dead, he’s dead, he’s dead.” Wind was curled into a ball, sobbing into the grass. Nearby, Wild could see the stew he had worked so hard on cooking for Wind earlier.
Wild stumbled forward and sat next to Wind, rubbing his back. “I’m okay, Wind, I’m okay,” Wild whispered, trying to pull Wind closer now.
Wind looked up, then launched himself into Wild’s chest, sobbing into the shirt instead of the grass, hugging Wild tightly, as if he was scared of what might happen if he let go.
Wild glanced to the place he had been standing earlier; the ground was painted red. Wild winced.
“I thought you - hic - were d-dead.” Wind cried, clutching to his older brother like a lifeline. “I saw-”
“It’s over now, I’m healed, it’s best to fo-,” he paused, “not think about what happened. I’m okay, are you?”
“...no,” Wind whispered, tears still soaking Wild's tunic. “I don’t think I’ll ever recover from that. What - what was that?”
“I can come back from being dead, now and then.” Wild said, “It’s called Mipha’s grace.”
“Please don’t die again?”
“Technically, I didn’t completely die this time, but sure, I’ll do my best.”
They sat there for a while until they heard someone shout from a distance.
“Boys?” Time’s voice called from the woods, “We heard fighting; are you okay?”
“We’re fine!” Wild shouted back, covering Wind's ears; the boy liked yelling but didn’t like hearing it. “Wind might not be, but that’s more mental than physical.”
“What happened?”
“I got hurt, but I’m fine now; Wind’s worried for me.”
Time emerged from nearby foliage and eyed the large spot of blood on the ground. He sighed and approached his boys, kneeling and hugging them both. “It’s time to head back to camp. Wild, would you mind handing Wind over?”
Wild shifted so that Time could easily scoop the crying hero up in his arms.
They made their way back to camp.
After that, Wind would check on Wild after every battle, and Wild would do the same for his younger brother.
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And that is all!
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when she says she doesn’t send nudes
when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes
when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia
When Russia sends you nudes
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reblog it, because Russia can´t
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When Russia makes this post illegal
I HAVE ONLY SEEN THIS IN SCREENSHOTS
I will reblog this every goddamn time I find it on my dash
I have a piece of tumblr history on my blog now
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When the domestic silk moth sends you nudes
Domestic silk moth is just being friendly
Now the moth is banned in Russia
…well what the fuck is this
Art.
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when you like looking at the domestic silk moth but you're about to go to Russia
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I turned ezlo into a griffin.
>:3
Should I color him in?
First comment decides who I do next (pls ask if I know them) if no one says anything I'm just going to do a redead.
I did a thing
His name is George
Any questions?
yet another thingy be upon ye
Turns out I do better when I know I have a time limit
¯\(°_o)/¯
I did a thing
I don't know who wants to see her but here's Calypso, she's supposed to be iridescent with darker wings shaped like a lunar moths, but I think I did a decent job.
reblog if you're willing to answer anything that comes to your ask box right now
Reblog if you're not human.
me sad
SHAW
